As much as I am absolutely upset and pissed off at other aspects of my life, I wanted to write in to say how I currently adore my puppy. He's not anywhere near perfect, but he's made a total 180* on the ratio of good to bad in the last few days.
It wasn't even a week ago when my mother and I had our last serious talk about how much we would be able to deal with. I have to admit that when she made it clear that we could try again with another dog I almost gave in. The "rescue" lady flat out lied, and as my mother put it, this is not the dog we had wanted. Not just in temprament, but in breed and size and just about any way that matters.
But it might just be okay. Baci hasn't marked me with his roughhousing in three days. The last of them are scabbed over, including the puncture wound from the very scary bout of overexcitement while playing outside. We resorted to the water spray bottle method when all else failed for the more extreme issues, and that's working great. For anything less than the Huge Issues we're sticking with the positive reinforcement. He's learning commands at a decent clip (though whether he's in a mood to follow them or not is another matter).
Yeah, he still has huge potty training issues. Yep, he still chews, though not nearly as much. And he hasn't completely stopped trying to nip and gnaw though it's sooooo much better. But he follows us around the house with adoration, sits quietly in his crate(s), respects the flimsy $12 baby gates I bought, and I can cuddle and snuggle him pretty much whenever I want, without having to worry about him taking a pound of flesh.
And all this without the hurdle of 2+ hours of
daily walks recommended. I get that dogs need excersize, but for my low energy family that's a deal breaker. What a relief that two or three 45minute walks a week might suffice. We
have ordered him a cheap starter agility set to try out, though. It seems like something he might like to do, the way he runs figure eights around the trees and barrels across the yard to run under the lawn chairs.
Without the biting and chewing taking center stage, it's much easier to focus on all the things he excells at, that make us go "wow, we wish Oscar would've done that." Loved you greatly Oscar, but my little boy, you have to admit you were a horrible horrible spoiled trantruming brat who got away with murder. We can't do that again, especially not with a new boy two or three times your size.
With patience and effort, we might not have to <3